A/N: I'm really sorry that it takes me so long to update! I've been really
busy with school, and I have so many stories in my head, that its hard to
sit down and concentrate on any one of them. Also, this story seems to be
the hardest for me to write, I think its partly because its from a male's
perspective, and I mostly deal with female characters. Also, as in chapter
2, I'm not sure I like all that I've written here, so I may change it
later, and if you have any suggestion on what to change, feel free to let
me know!
TreeHugger: Yes, it was very short, I'm sorry. I've tried to make this one slightly longer, but to little avail. So, again, I'm sorry! Thanks for your long reviews! It's really nice to hear someone else's opinion on the subject of Daeron.
Tinuviel-luthien: I have tried to extend the length of each entry, but I have trouble doing that, because I usually don't write very long entries when I journal, so its hard to know what to say. I'm glad you enjoyed the story, and hope you keep reading!
jilian baade: That's an interesting point! I had never thought of that, though I love both stories equally and have read them many times.
Disclaimer: Again, I'm just renting Daeron's thoughts for a little while, but J.R.R. Tolkien owns everything.
The Diary of Daeron:
I have decided. It would be better if I tell Thingol of Lúthien's desire to rescue her love. For though she will be lost to me, I am not the only one who loves her, and all her people would mourn her death. I will go to Thingol, her wise father, tomorrow.
Alas! I could not bring myself to go to the king. I dread doing this thing, but I know that it must be done lest this beautiful child of Iluvatar, daughter of king and Maia, the one whom I love, should perish.
Again, I have tried to tell the king of his daughters design, and again I have not! This time, however, it was through no cowardice of my own that I did not do what I hade intended, for Elwe Thingol has more to do then talk to his minstrel, and did not have time for me today. Ha! If only he knew of my errand with him, then he would hasten to listen to me. Still, I am somewhat gladdened by today's events, for it delays the time when I have to face Lúthien's hatred.
Finally, I have done it! And my soul is at rest, for there is no turning back, and I no longer need to ponder what to do on this matter.
As of yet, no ill results seem to have come from what I have done. Lúthien remains here, and she does not act differently toward me–I can only surmise that her father has not told her of his knowledge of her plans. Thingol, king, seems strangely worried, but if that is because of what I have told him, I do not know.
I was wandering near the Forest of Neldoreth, not far from Menegroth, today, and I came upon a strange sight. The mightiest of the trees in that forest is a great beech called Hírilorn. Today as I came near to it, I saw that a wooden house was being built betwixt the shafts of Hírilorn. I inquired of those working on this house as to what it was for, but either none of them knew, or they were forbidden to say, for they spoke not a word.
Ah! How could I have thought that no ill would come from what I have done! I should have known that my soul could not rest for very long! Poor Thingol! Poor king! Out of fear for his daughter's life he has caused the house, of which I have spoken, to be built...for Lúthien. Tinuviel she may be called, but no Nightingale likes to be caged. I fear that both the king and I have acted unwisely...
~:.~:.~:.Again, I'm sorry it was so short! But please review and let me know what you thought and what I could change. I'll try to update sooner this time!
TreeHugger: Yes, it was very short, I'm sorry. I've tried to make this one slightly longer, but to little avail. So, again, I'm sorry! Thanks for your long reviews! It's really nice to hear someone else's opinion on the subject of Daeron.
Tinuviel-luthien: I have tried to extend the length of each entry, but I have trouble doing that, because I usually don't write very long entries when I journal, so its hard to know what to say. I'm glad you enjoyed the story, and hope you keep reading!
jilian baade: That's an interesting point! I had never thought of that, though I love both stories equally and have read them many times.
Disclaimer: Again, I'm just renting Daeron's thoughts for a little while, but J.R.R. Tolkien owns everything.
The Diary of Daeron:
I have decided. It would be better if I tell Thingol of Lúthien's desire to rescue her love. For though she will be lost to me, I am not the only one who loves her, and all her people would mourn her death. I will go to Thingol, her wise father, tomorrow.
Alas! I could not bring myself to go to the king. I dread doing this thing, but I know that it must be done lest this beautiful child of Iluvatar, daughter of king and Maia, the one whom I love, should perish.
Again, I have tried to tell the king of his daughters design, and again I have not! This time, however, it was through no cowardice of my own that I did not do what I hade intended, for Elwe Thingol has more to do then talk to his minstrel, and did not have time for me today. Ha! If only he knew of my errand with him, then he would hasten to listen to me. Still, I am somewhat gladdened by today's events, for it delays the time when I have to face Lúthien's hatred.
Finally, I have done it! And my soul is at rest, for there is no turning back, and I no longer need to ponder what to do on this matter.
As of yet, no ill results seem to have come from what I have done. Lúthien remains here, and she does not act differently toward me–I can only surmise that her father has not told her of his knowledge of her plans. Thingol, king, seems strangely worried, but if that is because of what I have told him, I do not know.
I was wandering near the Forest of Neldoreth, not far from Menegroth, today, and I came upon a strange sight. The mightiest of the trees in that forest is a great beech called Hírilorn. Today as I came near to it, I saw that a wooden house was being built betwixt the shafts of Hírilorn. I inquired of those working on this house as to what it was for, but either none of them knew, or they were forbidden to say, for they spoke not a word.
Ah! How could I have thought that no ill would come from what I have done! I should have known that my soul could not rest for very long! Poor Thingol! Poor king! Out of fear for his daughter's life he has caused the house, of which I have spoken, to be built...for Lúthien. Tinuviel she may be called, but no Nightingale likes to be caged. I fear that both the king and I have acted unwisely...
~:.~:.~:.Again, I'm sorry it was so short! But please review and let me know what you thought and what I could change. I'll try to update sooner this time!